Of Ice and Men

Everyone who knows me know that I totally own being a crazy cat lady. I constantly post pictures of my beautiful diva cat, Maxie. Well, I was constantly posting pictures of her. I haven't in a while because, well, she hasn't been well. She's taken to making the closet her favorite place, so I made it comfortable for her. She's got her heating pad and her fleece blanket. Background info: this tiny gray cat adopted my family when I was 16. She finagled her way into our home and has never left. She's always been my baby cat, choosing me as her cat-mom by meowing at me loudly late at night, even though no one believed me that this otherwise quiet kitty was a noisy nellie. She's been spoiled rotten from the very beginning, when my mom bought her special cat food because she turned up her nose at what the other kitties were happy to wolf down. She got special treats and special treatment. She's the queen of my castle. A total diva . Friends of mi

Last week, my good friend and writing buddy Melanie Ting , in her endless efforts to support my current writing crisis, has suggested that I check out Mr. Chris Bailey, an expert in productivity. Mel is already an incredibly productive person, so if she recommends something, I sure as hell listen. I checked out his website and was immediately drawn to his post about "10 productivity lessons I learned writing an 80,000-word book in 6 months" . Seriously, doesn't that sound like the most perfect title for an article for a writer pressed for time to write? There are a lot of great lessons from Mr. Bailey's article that I'm going to implement during this month of creative productivity (as Breakout Play begs to be written), so I recommend checking it—and the rest of his website—out for all of his imparted wisdom. One lesson that particularly struck me was to take time to reflect on your multiple, smaller accomplishments within the larger and singular accomplis

I had hoped to have Breakout Play published by now. Obviously, that is not the case, and I am sad about that. I watch too much South Park. I don't know if I should admit this or not, but here's why: I haven't written it all. I've got a beginning, sections of the middle, but definitely no ending. The story's not even done, and it still has rounds of edits to go through, polishing, and proofing before I feel ready to release it for your reading pleasure. I should also admit that I don't know how long it will take, so I don't feel comfortable putting forth another release date in case I don't make that one either. If you're bummed by this news, please know that I am too . I'm excited about this story: I'm excited to tell it, and I'm excited to share it. Unfortunately, I'm running short on time during the day to devote to the project. I won't bother with listing excuses reasons why, because those don't really matter